| Out of town with a hipster, heard I was that nigga
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| Said you don’t want no flowers, you said bring elixir
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| You kept a jar with sour, told her «Please don’t buy no Swishers»
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| I’ll be there in an hour, ducking traffic not to miss you
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| Fuck that, I had a long night, Comme des Garçons, right?
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| Nope, that’s where you’re wrong, I copped this shit from H&M like
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| You said that you want me give a fuck about my past life
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| I said «Yeezy taught me,» you said «Boy, that’s what you act like»
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| So please don’t get offended when we finish might not kiss ya
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| Cos one day, girl, it’s love me, then it’s «fuck me,» I don’t get ya
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| All about my image, yeah, we barely takin' pictures
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| You be cool with that 'cos you know I’m gon' always miss ya
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| When I’m in my zone and you be alone
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| Pull up in a foreign next to my home
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| 2 in the morning
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| Roadie, roadie in California
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| Trap in the van, it don’t really matter
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| In the back, whatever
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| You will never let up
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| I could change your life, don’t know for the better
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| Told you from the jump I ain’t nothing special
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| Won’t be nothing nice, girl, no not nice
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| Cos I could change your life, girl, change your life
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| I’m fading in and out, this elixir got me up
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| Peacing dollar bills, she said «What more do you want?»
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| It’s that hippie in my bloodline, girl, you know
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| I only tell you one time then we cool
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| I’m always up on your mind, yeah, that’s true
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| You ask me «Where we goin' now?» |
| to the moon |